Dear diary (blog),
The universality of time is indeed cyclical and continuous. It affects us all no matter where inthis beautifully lushes globe we currently reside.This update, whilst brief will, I believe, and I hope you can see this too, encapsulate both the fragility, the beauty and the power of life.
Said in 'the bards' - William Shakespeare - own words:
Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstancial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are sich stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Shakespeare, W. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148-158
On this note I bid you farewell dear friends. For now.
Until we meet again through the page, I hope this finds you in good health and a happiness,
Warmly yours
Peace Friends X
RJ Wardle
Until we meet again through the page, I hope this finds you in good health and a happiness,
Warmly yours
Peace Friends X
RJ Wardle
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